Jerry was a wizard. A bad one. A VERY bad one.

Its not that he couldn't have improved without effort, it was simply the fact that he didn't care about anything except girls and football, neither of which his school, Hogwarts was any good for.

He spent sleepless nights wishing for a football match followed by a good ride, but it just didn't happen.

Then, one day, having slapping the behind of a snobby brown-haired girl from Gryffindor, and being told off, he was wandering the castle in a huff when he stumbled upon a door he had never noticed before.

Walking in and closing the door behind him he looked around.

Amazed he saw that the room was full of sex toys and pictures of naked girls (which I should probably add he was slightly more fond of then football)

In the corner of the room was a mirror. As Jerry looked into it he saw him self standing in the centre of a large group of girls, all rubbing him lustily and one or two licking his face.

He touched the mirror, wishing for this to become reality, when suddenly he fell into it and landed on platform 9 and ¾. He got onto the train, wondering what was going on.

As he walked the train he realised this wasn't the Hogwarts Express he knew.

People were lying on top of each other, some naked, licking the horny faces off each other (not literally of course).

Then he reached the only carriage he could find that seemed to have any room for him.

Walking he was greeted by the red-haired boy and black-haired boy in their, who introduced themselves as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

After a while, Ron spoke.

'So, you a virgin?'

'Em, yes' said Jerry.

'Nobodys a virgin at Hogwarts, we'll have to do something about that' laughed Ron.

Then a girl walked in with brown hair, wearing a tight pink t-shirt and the shortest blue mini-skirt Jerry had ever seen. Her heels were very high and she definitely wasn't wearing any underpants.

'Hey Hermione,' said Harry, squeezing her tit, 'Were you been?'

'I was just off making out with Lavender brown, nothing much, Seamus Finnegan fingered me good in return for it, though. Not that I minded doing it in the first place.'

She bent over slightly to let Harry slap her ass before he sat down.

Then she looked at Jerry and her face went strange, like a badger covered in milk had just run up her bum.

'And who is this?'

'I'm Jerry' said Jerry, standing up to shake her hand.

Hermione missed his hand accidentally and instead grabbed his 'special place'.

For some, Jerry felt uncomfortable and pushed Hermione off him, and she let out a girly, high-pitched giggle.

They both sat opposite each other, and as Ron and Harry talked on and on, believing everyone was listening to them, Jerry couldn't keep his eyes off Hermione.

She was rubbing her tits and mouthing the words 'You want me don't you, bitch?'

Then, she started to toss her head around, vigorously running her hands through it.

Then, in a fit of sexuality, she ripped off her top, felt her tits with one hand, did the splits on her chair and fingered herself, all the while mouthing, 'my humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps.' When she was done with the fingering she sucked her fingers.

After that they had to get changed.

Jerry was delighted to see the girls uniform. It consisted if a robe with a very low-cut white shirt under it and a very, very short miniskirt. The shoes required were knee-high leather high-heeled boots.

Jerry couldn't wait to see the rest of his school.